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And this I dream, and this I dream

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When night fell, grace was given me
The sanctuary gates were opened
Shinning in the darkness
Nakedness bowed slowly

I waited for you yesterday since morning
They guessed you wouldn’t come
Do you remember the weather ? Like a holiday !
I went out without a coat

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And sometime this I will dream again
And all will be repeated, all be re-embodied
You will dream everything I have seen in dream

décembre 13, 2008 Posté par jomico | Littérature | | Pas encore de commentaires